hastily.
Bastian shrugs. âNormally Iâd take a sólfox, but I suppose I could hike for a change. Never hurts to stretch these old legs.â
As the day wears on, I begin to decipher the workings of the village. Although everyone has a low proclivity, there are various ranks and roles. People with Earth or Water proclivities, like Bastian, work as firestone scouts. They scour the nearby landscape for stones, and use their powers to pry the bounty from the ground.
Those with Flame proclivities, like Maisy, tend to work in the kitchen or the blacksmithâs cabin. And when theyâve proven themselves trustworthy, I suspect that Lukas and Teddy will be given charge of the sólfox stable.
But some proclivities are useless in this treetop society. If Clementine develops something like Dust or Reptile, sheâll face a life of mindless labour: scrubbing floors, washing dishes and hauling sacks of grain. And as for me â¦
Well, Iâm lucky to have a life at all.
Meals are shared in the kitchen, under the eyes of the villagers. We eat bowls of steaming rice and nuts, finished with roseberries. No one speaks to me, butI spot a few nervous glances at the back of my neck. VÃndurnics, it seems, donât give their trust away easily. They hoard it carefully, as precious as firestones.
âThey still think youâve got a temporal proclivity,â Lukas whispers.
I force myself to shrug, trying to look casual. âTheyâll see Iâm not dangerous soon enough.â
âAnd hey,â Teddy says, through a bulging mouthful, âat least theyâve got some different flavours. Iâve had enough apricot syrup for a lifetime.â
In the afternoon, weâre allocated our first jobs. Maisy stokes the blacksmithâs fire, while Lukas is sent to harvest nuts from the forest. The rest of us work in the kitchen.
Since dinner isnât for hours, we have the room to ourselves. I use the chance to practise my illusion skills. I try concealing a hand, or changing the colour of my hair. I force myself to hold each illusion for longer and longer â even up to five minutes, with a sheen of sweaty concentration.
âGeez, Danika,â Teddy says, noting my exhaustion. âYou look like a guardâs been chasing you all over Rourton.â
I blow out a hard breath. âAn illusion just saved my life, Teddy â and not for the first time.â
âYeah, but ââ
âIâve got to keep practising.â I hoist a sack of grain onto the scales. âNo excuses. Not any more. If Iâve got an advantage, Iâm damn well going to use it properly. What if itâs the difference between life and death?â
Teddy frowns, but doesnât argue. We wait for the scale to measure the grain, and I paint my hands into a mirage of glinting glass.
âVery nice,â Clementine says.
I look up at her, a little surprised. The others take my illusions for granted now; no one ever comments on my performance. But Clementine is studying the skim of magic closely, with a faint smile on her lips.
âItâs just an illusion,â I say.
âYes, but it looks stronger than usual.â
I glance back down at my hands. The ripple of unnatural air does seem a little more solid than usual. A thicker sort of brushstroke on my flesh.
We peel potatoes and wash a sack of nutty brown rice, while Teddy volunteers for peanut duty. This is supposed to involve shelling the nuts to cook with the rice, but in Teddyâs case it includes âaccidentallyâ flicking bits of peanut shell in Clementineâs direction.
âStop it!â she hisses, swatting at the air.
âSorry.â Teddy grins. âToo powerful, I reckon. Donât know my own strength.â
Another chunk of peanut shell goes flying.
Clementine raises her paring knife. âIf one more piece of peanut gets stuck in my hair, Teddy Nort, youâll have cause to worry
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